There's a destination a little up the roadFrom the habitations and the towns we knowA place we saw the lights turn lowThe jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handoutsTwo turntables and a microphoneBottles and cans just clap your handsJust clap your hands

Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at! I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at! I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at!

[Robot vocal effect:]I got two turntables and a microphone

(Take me home with my elevator bones! )(That was a good drum break)

Pick yourself up off the side of the roadWith your elevator bonesAnd your whip-flash tonesMembers only hyponotizersMove through the room like ambulance driversShine your shoes with your microphone bluesHirsute with your parachute fruitsPassing the dutchie from coast to coastLet my man Ken Wilson (rock the most)

Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone

[Man speaking:]("What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?")

Two turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphone

Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me.Make-out City's a two-horse town

[Girl speaking:]("That's beautiful, Dad.")

(Got my microphone...)There's a destination a little up the roadFrom the habitations and the towns we knowA place we saw the lights turn lowThe jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handoutsTwo turntables and a microphoneBottles and cans and just clap your handsAnd just clap your hands

Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone